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My Husband's Mistress Invited Me to Coffee After Getting Pregnant
Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, the tenth anniversary of Ellie's Sweet Sensations, my beloved bakery. But amidst the flash of cameras and Dan's charming politician's smile, a cold knot tightened in my stomach. Late-night texts, a mysterious credit card charge from a boutique I'd never heard of, "Jolie's"... then I heard it, Dan cooing "Love you too, Maddie" into the phone. The perfect facade cracked; my husband was having an affair. The betrayal was bad enough, but then she popped up – Maddie Bell, young, blonde, influencer – flaunting my husband online. Vacation photos, the same necklace from Jolie's, and always always right next to my husband. Then I caught wind of THEIR baby. My carefully constructed world started crumbling as I came to terms with the stark reality: He wasn't just cheating; he was building a whole new life with her. I baked him that cake for our anniversary, knowing I'd soon be but a memory. Then, the ultimate slap – he was going to take Maddie home to meet his parents. The next day, she was at my doorstep feigning sympathy while my world burned. I couldn't stay with all of this on my plate. Not even for Liam. So I plotted my escape, a theatrical end: a staged car accident with me declared the victim. What kind? The one he causes. Was this revenge or survival? I thought it was both. But what would my story have in store? I started by documenting the full account of his disgusting deed in a diary I knew he would stumble on post-"mortem."
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Premiere Night Betrayal
I woke up from a car accident, my head pounding, to Ethan's hushed voice on the phone. Not sweet nothings to me, his injured fiancée, but a deal with his agent to steal my screenplay, "City of Echoes," and give it to A-lister Olivia Monroe. He planned to propose at the premiere, trap me with a ring, and erase me from the narrative of my own success, all for Olivia's comeback and his own glory. The agent, surprisingly, spilled the tea: my early career sacrifice to cover Ethan's plagiarism, and Olivia's involvement in the stress that led to my miscarriage, our baby now gone. Was my entire relationship a carefully woven web of lies, orchestrated by an ambitious man and a manipulative starlet? Then I saw that framed photo of me in Liam Sterling's office: a gesture of respect towards my writing. This realization made me start a new life plan: run, collaborate with Ethan's nemesis, and rewrite my history.
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I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me
I was just a small-town Montana girl, fresh off the bus in New York, when I landed a paralegal gig at Sterling, Cromwell & Finch – the Everest of law firms. Then Ethan Sterling, the devastatingly handsome senior partner, noticed me. A kiss, a secret, an "arrangement." For four years, I was his dirty little secret, hidden in the shadows of his gleaming towers. But then Seraphina Blake, Ethan's long-lost love, returned, and I was instantly demoted from mistress to...convenience. Humiliated, framed for theft, I resigned, my career in flames. Why did I let him use me for so long? Was I really that blinded by his charm and power? How could I have been so stupid? Now, he needs me again. His precious Seraphina is desperate to win a charity dance competition, but her partner broke his leg. He wants me to step in, dance with her, pretend everything is fine. After all she did? Hell no! I'm done being convenient. I'm done being a placeholder. This time, I choose me. I'm going to expose Seraphina for the viper she is, and maybe, just maybe, find some real happiness in the process. Prepare for a showdown, NYC's elite, Montana's coming for you!
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The Maxwell Secret
My three-year marriage to Ethan Vanderbilt, New York's golden heir, was a carefully managed illusion of high-society perfection. Publicly, we were the power couple; privately, our Park Avenue apartment echoed with cold silence. I had clung to the belief that, unlike other men in our rarefied circle, Ethan was at least impeccably discreet. That fragile peace shattered when I found an AmEx receipt from a Hamptons hotel I'd never visited. A quick call confirmed "Mr. and Mrs. Vanderbilt" had enjoyed a romantic weekend there. I, however, was not that Mrs. Vanderbilt. The betrayal felt like a cold knife twisting in my gut. Days later, the situation escalated horrifically when his college-aged mistress, Chloe, stormed my home with her screaming friends. She publicly denounced me as an "old, barren hag," claiming Ethan was leaving me for her, right before they physically assaulted me. When Ethan finally arrived, he didn't shield me; he shielded *her*, his little plaything. He actually told me Chloe was "just a kid" and that I, being "older," should "know better" than to cause a scene. To add insult to profound injury, he later casually mentioned he wouldn't even care if I sought my own "diversions." His blatant dismissal of my assault, my dignity, his casual cruelty, was more painful than the affair itself. He'd give me permission to cheat after allowing his mistress to attack me in my own home? Our entire marriage felt like a sick, twisted joke. That night, a text message illuminated my phone's screen: "Thinking of you. - N." It was Noah, the handsome, kind-eyed stranger from my own impulsive night of rebellion just after I first discovered Ethan's betrayal. Ethan's careless, cold words – "I wouldn't even care" – echoed in the sudden quiet of my mind. A reckless, defiant spark ignited deep within my bruised soul. "My place. One hour," I typed back, my fingers trembling slightly. My silent suffering, my role as the perfect, accommodating Vanderbilt wife, was officially over.
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Burnt for Her, Saved by Amnesia
I woke up in the hospital with a fractured tibia and a hell of a headache, but the worst part? Amnesia. They said I'd forgotten someone important, but when my buddy Matt showed up, his face etched with worry, and asked, "You really don't remember Emily?", I drew a blank. Emily who? Turns out, pre-accident me was obsessed with Matt's sister, Emily. Chased her for two years straight, showering her with flowers, gifts, and even redesigning my whole damn apartment in hopes of impressing her. Total cringe. The kicker? She wasn't interested. Cold, distant, and according to Matt, I was bordering on stalker territory. My phone was filled with creepy candid shots of her, and my notes app looked like a stalker's diary. Likes, dislikes, journal entries detailing every rejection. I was horrified. This wasn't love; this was a damn train wreck. Who was this pathetic dude? Then, standing at the edge of a new life, my mom mentioned Chloe, a childhood friend, and a potential architectural project back home at her family's farm. Ditching my city life and all those toxic memories, I vowed to never love her again. Forget getting my memories back; I was starting fresh. This time, with someone genuine.
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The Secret I Heard in the Operating Room Changed Everything
I'd had a hopeless crush on Rhett Beaumont since I was practically a kid. He was my dad's business partner – older, suave, the kind of Southern gentleman who could charm anyone. For years, I'd built up these elaborate daydreams about him. Then, at the annual Historical Society Gala, he finally seemed to see me. His smile, just for me, made my heart do that stupid little flip. He leaned in, promising a private chat later, and my head was spinning. This was it. But "it" turned into a horrifying trap. A week later, after a staged mugging where he played the hero, we ended up in a passionate encounter. That single night led to his childhood sweetheart, Caroline, crashing her car. Then came our cold, guilt-driven marriage, years of painful, invasive IVF treatments, and him controlling every aspect of my life. The final blow? Hearing him coldly tell the doctors, "Just let her go if it comes to that," as I bled out on an operating table. He never loved me. Not for a second. I was just a pawn, a convenient distraction in his twisted games. He blamed me for Caroline's accident, resented my very existence. My body became a failed experiment, my spirit crushed under his icy indifference. All those years of adoration, wasted on a man who saw me as less than nothing. The injustice of it all was a physical ache. How could I have been so stupidly blind to his manipulation? He'd used my innocent crush to utterly destroy me. The man I'd put on a pedestal despised me enough to watch me die. Then, blackness. My last thought: what a complete fool I'd been. But in the next instant, I gasped, my eyes snapping open. The scent of lilies and champagne filled the air. I was standing by that same floral arrangement at the Gala, the night it all began. Rhett Beaumont was walking towards me, that familiar, predatory smile on his face. I was dead. I knew I was. Yet, here I was. A second chance? This time, things would be different.
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My Husband's Old Flame Gave Me My Daughter, Then Stole My Son
My picturesque New England life shattered the moment the school nurse called. Lily, my bright, artistic daughter, AB-positive? Impossible. I'm O-negative. The doctor's genetics lesson was a punch to the gut: Lily couldn't be mine. Then, the real earthquake hit. Overhearing Grant, my devoted husband, revealed a sinister conspiracy. Bea Baker, his old flame, was back, and Lily was her daughter through a twisted surrogacy plot. Grant was secretly bankrolling her silence. The betrayal deepened. He'd been drugging me, keeping me from conceiving. My 'perfect' life was a lie, meticulously crafted by a man I barely knew. He'd even developed Bea's family farm into a soulless mall, crushing her family in the process. Fury and disgust warred within me. Bea knew too much about my 'miscarriage.' She hinted at Northwood Pharma, experimental testing and my stolen baby used for science. Grant's face, smiling, taunting, haunted me. He was meeting Bea tomorrow. The affair was current, not just old history. He wants her to live with us! This charade ends now. My quest for truth had just begun. How deep does this rabbit hole go? And what happened to my own baby? Retribution is coming.
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The Assistant Who Toppled the Socialite Queen
My brother Liam, always looking out for me, took a side gig at a Hamptons party to help with my college tuition. Now, he's just a footnote in some socialite's messy life. They called it an accidental drowning. Brittany, the hostess, shoved him. Her rich family swept it under the rug with their money. I stood in our crummy apartment, his work boots mocking me. It wasn't sadness I felt, but a cold, hard rage. He deserved justice. I researched Brittany: spoiled, cruel, and obsessed with Chad, a tech guru in Silicon Valley. He was her ultimate prize, her weakness. The news stories about Liam were sanitized garbage; Brittany's name barely mentioned. The injustice burned me. Then, Innovatech, Chad's company, was hiring. An executive assistant position. A long shot, but Brittany living her life consequence-free fueled me. I packed a bag, leaving Philly behind. I landed the job. Executive Assistant to Chad, CEO. Now, Brittany's constant presence, her manipulations, was clear. She found fault with everything I did. Criticized me through Chad, workplace bullying 101. I took it, silently, waiting. Then, the slap. "He's mine," she hissed. Everything suddenly escalated. When Brittany tried to humiliate me, Chad finally saw her for what she was. But Brittany was not one to go quietly. She wanted Chad so bad. When I decided to get my revenge, I knew that, in turn I am playing with fire. What I did not know was that getting revenge would have me find the real cause of my brother's death and some unexpected helpers on the revenge journey.
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Rebirth As A Wealthy Heiress
After signing the death insurance with my husband as the beneficiary, I got into a car accident not long after. During the wait for rescue, I found out that it was all orchestrated by my self-proclaimed best friend and husband. Even my daughter, who was never close to me and resented my strict parenting, turned out to be their child! Meanwhile, my biological child had been killed by them and replaced. I died with resentment and my spirit floated in the air, watching them enjoy the huge compensation and live carefree. I was filled with anger like a vengeful ghost. However, to my surprise, I was reincarnated on the day when the decision of my inheritance was made after my death. I laughed happily because in this life, I won't let their family fall apart and suffer.
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Framed by the Man Who Saved Her
I was living the American dream with Sarah. A small house, a steady job at the garage, and a wedding on the horizon. Life in our Montana town was simple, predictable – until Billy Rivers walked in. One afternoon, I came home early with a bouquet of wildflowers, only to find Sarah on the couch, wrapped around a shirtless Billy. She claimed he was just upset, that she was comforting him, but the way he looked at her... it was more than just a friendly hug. Then Sarah dropped the bomb: Billy was the EMT who saved her life after a logging truck nearly killed her. He donated blood directly, becoming her "hero," her "lifesaver." Now, he was down on his luck, and she insisted he move in with us. My gut screamed, but Sarah accused me of being jealous and heartless. Soon, the town turned against me, whispering about my "dark moods" and "controlling" behavior. Billy, the golden boy, played the victim card perfectly, while Sarah remained blind to his lies. Was I losing my mind, or was everyone else? Everything exploded when Billy claimed I pushed him down a flight of stairs. I was arrested, my reputation ruined, and Sarah got a restraining order against me. My life had completely shattered. But that's when I decided, enough is enough. I was going to prove my innocence, and expose Billy for the fraud he truly was, even if it meant losing everything – including Sarah.
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Four Years and a West Village Watch
I'd poured millions into Sophia Evans, transforming a waitress into a chic SoHo gallery owner. For four years, I funded her life, her mother's life-saving medical treatments, her brother's MIT education. All because she was the spitting image of Ava, my beloved fiancée, who died seven years ago in a sailing accident I still blame myself for. Our wedding, a high-society spectacle, was set for the next day. Then, I overheard the devastating truth: her childhood sweetheart, Jake, had threatened to jump from her gallery balcony if she married me. And Sophia? She agreed to publicly humiliate me, leaving me stranded at the altar, just to appease his fragile ego. My carefully constructed world, built on Ava's ghost, imploded. Later, at a charity gala, Jake crashed the event, screaming I'd stolen her; when I was knocked down in the chaos, Sophia rushed to *his* side, not mine. The betrayal was complete; she'd played me, using my grief and my money. I was done. I immediately cancelled the wedding, cut off every penny, and even aired her deceit to our stunned guests before escaping to Dublin to start fresh. But months later, after her mother passed away and I learned Jake was still venomously manipulating her, I did something utterly unexpected, something that even shocked myself. I offered Sophia a job in Dublin working directly for me.
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Rebirth After Betrayal
After my family was exterminated, Dayna remained calm and indifferent, like a chrysanthemum. Fortunately, she was accepted into the Divine Mountainhead of the sect as a disciple and refused to disrespect my parents. However, the head of the sect judged me as disrespectful and Dayna was accepted as a closed-door disciple due to her loyalty and righteousness. After three years of mourning, we both fell into the Demon Clan during the ceremony of apprenticeship. While I struggled to find food and water, Dayna refused to eat anything that was not dignified. She criticized me for being subservient to the Demon Clan and lacking integrity. In the end, I died of starvation while Dayna gained favor with the Demon Sovereign and became her loyal servant. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my family was exterminated.
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Mortician's Revenge
I'm a mortuary cosmetologist, with both looks and money. My sister-in-law is a fan of my brother and always wants me to be her sister-in-law. As her brother approaches forty, someone introduced me for marriage. She brought people to the funeral home to cause a scene, claiming I was a mistress. In the end, I personally cremated her.
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My Husband Chosed to Save the Daughter of His First Love
"My daughter was kidnapped, and my husband, as a police officer, rushed to the scene immediately. The kidnapper pointed aHere's the translation: "My daughter was kidnapped, and my husband, as a police officer, rushed to the scene right away. The kidnapper held a gun to the two girls and said, '[Come on, choose one.]' To my surprise, my husband unhesitatingly chose the other girl. My daughter was then pushed off the fourth floor by the kidnapper and was urgently taken to the hospital's ICU. Until my daughter ultimately succumbed to her injuries, my husband never came to see her. After inquiring, I found out that he had been diligently caring for the daughter of someone else he loved."
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The Vengeful Goddess Returns
After being harmed, my soul left my body, and I discovered the truth that my whole family wanted to harm me. So I started to fight back. I began to teach my younger brother, distance myself from my fiancé, take control of the family business, and audit my mother's dowry shop. I forced my stepmother and father to make up for the embezzled money, and then set a trap to catch my stepsister Nora and fiancé Max in the act of adultery, spreading the scandal throughout Eighphia. After seeking treatment from a renowned doctor, my health gradually improved. I exposed my stepmother's actions against me, sought revenge, and gradually revealed the truth that it was my own good father who was behind the harm to me and my mother. Through confrontation and covert investigation, I gathered evidence and uncovered a secret that was enough to destroy my father's entire family... I avenged myself and my mother, and also found a fulfilling marriage.
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In Love With My Ex's Uncle
On the day of the wedding, Brendan left me and went to find his true love. When I called him, he, who had always been gentle to me, showed impatience for the first time, saying, "It's just a wedding, I'll make it up to you when I get back." Feeling disheartened, I suggested calling off the wedding. Brendan thought I was just being stubborn, and in the face of friends' advice, he said, "It's okay, when she calms down, she will come find me." It wasn't until Edrence, the prince, posted our marriage certificate that Brendan suddenly went crazy and came knocking on my door. When he saw the man who opened the door, he was slightly stunned. And I, standing behind the man, with a blush still on my face, leaned forward and asked, "Nephew, what brings you to see your auntie so late?"
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The Neglected Wife
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. 【Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.】
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I Threw Myself Into A Man's Arms
After waking up from a car accident, I lost my memory. I forgot many things, but I remembered my best friend He Zhaozhao and a man named Zhou Tingxuan. In my memories, he and I were childhood sweethearts and had been in the same class until college. We were together for five years and loved each other deeply. Looking at the two men in front of me, I rushed into Zhou Tingxuan's embrace, while the other man clenched his fists and turned red-eyed. He said to me: "I am your husband."
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Lure of His Kiss
Three years into my engagement with Ethan, he secretly got involved with my best friend. He openly flaunted his new girlfriend in our social circle and repeatedly allowed the mistress to provoke me, turning me, his childhood sweetheart, into a complete joke. He was sure I wouldn’t make a scene and would tolerate him, until my new man handed me a wedding invitation and then posted our marriage certificate. When Ethan knelt down to apologize and try to win me back at my wedding, I stood beside my rich man in Alexander, looking at him coldly. "Having been with someone like you, I find it embarrassing."
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The Bully’s Regret
The school bully started leading the bullying against me because of something his younger sister said. I was pinned against the wall and beaten, forced to kneel and apologize, and had leftover trash thrown in my face. The way the bully looked at me was vicious and cold. "What are you? You’re not even worthy of carrying my sister’s shoes." But later, when he discovered that I was the one who had written the hundreds of letters in his childhood that redeemed him, he knelt in the pouring rain and subjected himself to all the ways he had bullied me. He only sought my forgiveness.
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